After meeting up with Rody who was waiting in the kingdom territory.

A group of four people entered the Charles Territory, a self-governing colony of Falatis that was not too far to the north of the Sail Territory.

To the west of the colony were the Cumberland Mountains, a mountainous area with steep ravines and ravines, which was part of the Appayachian Mountains. This mountainous area ran north to south in the eastern part of the New World and was rich in coal and iron ore.

It is also the current steel smelting center of Falatis in the New World.

Even the low carbon steel used to renovate the iron keel of the "Storm Horn" came from here.

However, due to the high investment required in the early stage, the metallurgical industry here has just started at this stage, and the scale is not large. There are only a few iron ore mines, coal mines and small and medium-sized metallurgical workshops scattered here and there.

However, prospecting experts believe that there must be larger-scale minerals hidden in that mountain range, and there may even be large-scale open-pit mines with inestimable value.

It was also the driving force behind the colonial high-level officials who were sharpening their knives and preparing to move further westward!

"By the way, Roddy. I never asked you, how do you know there is such a Dr. Taylor?"

"Ah? Oh! You don't know that because you have spent little time on the mainland, many dignitaries actually know this medical doctor who traveled to the New World.

My uncle, Mr. Hodge, was a large planter in the Cabo Shire colony, a member of the House of Lords, and a member of the Governor-General's Council.

I have received help from him before, so I know this doctor with superb medical skills."

Olivia was stunned for a moment when she heard Alvin's question.

However, he immediately spoke out his prepared excuse, thanks to Mr. True Roddy, who had already left for another world, for bragging about his "family background".

In fact, Olivia's understanding of Dr. Taylor came from her mother, Nymph, and this was also the source of her confidence in the doctor's ability.

Because that Dr. Taylor was not a simple doctor, but a formal wizard who preferred the path of medicine. Even most members of the Vesalian school to which he belonged were under wanted orders from the church.

Corpse thieves, heretics, blood-sucking demons, messengers of death... and other terrible titles were imposed on them.

Olivia wondered whether the other party might have come to the New World just because of this difficulty in the Old World.

"Really? That's because I'm ignorant. After all, I'm a licensed pharmacist registered in the Kingdom, so I can try to communicate with this medical doctor."

In this era when modern medicine was just beginning, bloodletting was still very popular, and many doctors' treatment methods were actually not much different from witchcraft.

However, what scares the patients the most is that the users of this "witchcraft" themselves do not have any spell-casting ability...

For ordinary sailors, even if it is a simple trauma, the best medicine or the only medicine after the injury is strong rum.

No matter how good the conditions are, it is just a bottle of low-quality "holy water" that has been mixed with an unknown amount of water.

In this era, there is even a saying that the better the medical conditions, the higher the fatality rate. In other words, the survival rate of dignitaries with medical services is lower than that of poor people who rely on their own resistance.

One can imagine how unreliable the medical skills of this era are!

Therefore, Ivan understands very well how rare it is to have a doctor who has real scientific treatment methods in this era.

He's even thinking about it.

If the other party is really talented, you can try to invite him to become the ship's doctor of the "Cape of Storms". Even if that doesn't work, you still need to maintain a good relationship so that the crew can often receive medical assistance from him.

The group of people at least all had the extraordinary rank of official knights and had excellent mobility. Even while chatting along the way, they quickly reached their destination.

There is a small iron mine surrounded by mountains.

"Is this right here?"

"Well, with a name and appearance, plus the vague guidance from passers-by, the divination will not go wrong."

Milan replied very confidently. The pendulum in his hand pointed diagonally forward in violation of the rules of gravity. Finding people and objects was really a piece of cake for him.

Standing at the door, you can already see that there are a lot of indigenous workers and Nemanstrian supervisors coming and going in the mine.

When several Nemanstrian guards attached to the mine saw the group of people appearing, they immediately came to ask respectfully:

"Sir, may I ask who you are...?"

"We're here to find someone. Is there a Doctor Taylor in the mine?

It would be great if someone could show us the way. If you are worried about us stealing iron ore, you can send someone to follow us."

Ivan explained the reason for his trip, but judging from the confused look on the guard's face, it was obvious that he didn't know Dr. Taylor.

"Ah, welcome to the Kamodo Iron Mine. You can find as many people as you like. If you have any other needs, you can just ask."

The pot-bellied mine manager came over after hearing the news, and his attitude was even better than that of the guards.

Whether in ancient times or modern times, the first impression that can be given to strangers is always appearance. Although we do not advocate judging people by their appearance, the prevalence of this behavior has its own rationality.

Even though he was dressed in casual clothes and did not ride in a carriage, he was still dressed neatly and neatly along the way, his military boots were shiny, and especially the aura that radiated from the inside out on Ivan's body clearly showed that this group of people was extraordinary.

As long as you have eyes, you can see things, so how can there be so many dog ​​eyes that look down on others?

Besides, I'm just looking for someone, and it's not an embarrassing request.

"Thank you very much."

"Yes, please!"

When Alvin and the others followed the pendulum to find the traveling medical doctor, he was performing a surgical operation in an extremely crude environment.

The subject of the surgery was a little Aboriginal boy who had his hands cut off and had passed out.

This situation is not uncommon among slaves. A few of them understood the whole story as soon as they looked at the man leaning against the wall.

It was a man who was absent from work and covered in dust. He was covering his face and sobbing feebly: "Why should I punish my son if I didn't complete the task?!"

Even though Apsuya, who is also an Atrian, couldn't bear it, he was not too indignant. Just because this is the current situation of the slaves of small tribes, and being able to manage their own tribes is the limit of their abilities.

Their attention did not stay on this tragic event for too long before they were attracted by the doctor's actions.

"Huh? Dr. Taylor is a wizard?"

On a relatively flat wooden corridor, a semicircular light green light barrier enveloped two figures.

One is a skinny little boy about five or six years old, and the other is a middle-aged man in a robe with light white hair on his temples.

Two severed arms wrapped in light green light floated beside him, with small clots of blood continuously expelled from the broken openings.

The middle-aged doctor quickly and skillfully cleans the wound, trims the skin, muscles, bones, blood vessels, nerves...

Then the severed limb was placed close to the upper arm and the bones were fixed with screws of unknown material.

Use the child's own hair as sutures to quickly shuttle between the flesh and skin.

Perhaps because there was no external blood supply, the doctor's movements were very fast, obviously racing against time.

Alvin could clearly see that this turned out to be a "dream-like" replantation operation for a severed limb!

Although witchcraft-assisted methods are used, the core of advanced medicine is difficult to erase.

This doctor's knowledge system obviously already has the concept of blood circulation, and the connections between arteries and veins are completely correct.

From this point of view, Alvin knew that this was exactly the person he was looking for!

Everyone held their breath and quietly looked at each other's artistic movements.

However, the surgery progressed very quickly, and most of it was when the nerves were being connected.

Tread..tread..tread..

Ai Wen suddenly stepped forward amidst the surprised gazes of his companions, easily penetrating the spiritual barrier that created a sterile space.

Bo——

Then the "activated spiritual light" in his hand flashed, and the nerves originally connected by Taylor were disconnected again.

Then the jacket (myelin sheath) surrounding the neurofilaments splits, exposing the central neurofilament and extending into the originally broken distal myelin sheath, and finally re-closes.

"you...."

The doctor, who was concentrating on the operation, wanted to stop this guy who came out of nowhere to do anything wrong, but unexpectedly, almost immediately, the child's fingers moved slightly.

Although there was surprise in his eyes, the doctor knew that the most important thing now was his patient, so he completed the final suturing quickly.

Then the two of them cooperated with each other and attached the other arm to the little boy in only half the time.

After the operation was completely completed, the middle-aged doctor lifted the spiritual barrier and immediately grabbed Alvin's hand excitedly:

"Hello, sir, are you also a doctor? Your understanding of the nervous system exceeds our current knowledge.

Originally, I just wanted to do some human work, and I couldn't say whether my hands would be able to return to normal function.

Now I think there is at least an 80% chance that it will return to its original appearance. Can I share with you my experience with the nervous system?"

Looking at the excited doctor, Alvin smiled slightly:

"Hello, Dr. Taylor! I'm... barely a pharmacist, but I can't match your expertise.

Neural connections are not complicated to put it bluntly, I can tell you right now.

After a nerve fiber is disconnected, as long as the jacket (myelin sheath) surrounding the nerve filament can be positioned correctly.

The central nerve filaments can follow the upper myelin sheath and extend into the originally broken distal myelin sheath, eventually forming new nerve fibers and restoring the function of nerve conduction signals.

The key to nerve connections is the inner neurofilaments, not the outer myelin sheath."

"That's it! That's it!"

The middle-aged doctor's face was full of enlightenment, and he even danced like a child as if he had heard the truth. It was obvious that he had a true love for medicine.

Seeing that he seemed to be immersed in his own world, Alvin quickly grabbed him: "Dr. Taylor, we are looking for you because we want to ask you for help."

As he spoke, Ivan took out the analysis report on the [Super Cyst Fungus], and even took out the analysis of the traces of witchcraft transformation because of the identity of the other party's wizard.

"With your level, are there any diseases that cannot be solved?"

Taylor took the experimental record from Alvin's hand doubtfully and took a look at it.

The next moment, his expression changed drastically and he exclaimed:
Chapter completed!